The naughty fly*
Oh garbage pit why to you stink so much
Is it because people leave you alone, out of touch
But from your heaving dump and swill
It is life that is being created at will
Pulling through the larvae of white pearls move
It is time to grow from inside your groove
Push up and take your wings and why
To pester every human that trashed the naughty fly...
Dom* Colucci 2009*
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Here, it is*
Here, it is* It is where I am that my being has took To be of deep contemplation in what I look For the depth that I go in what I see Noth...
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